Oh look, another boring, wooden oh-so-typical Kimani romance to bring on the buyer’s remorse.
It is actually a good thing that this movie has the awkward-looking Asa Butterfield – his character is the only thing that saves it from the one-oogie mire.
It’s almost impressive how easily the author makes her characters come off as smarmy and dim-witted.
Stop appropriating cultural appropriation to fuel your trivial outrage!
A movie about necrophilia being… romantic and spiritual? Believe it.